"Lying, but even if you're unhappy, there's nothing you can do, no one can take away Daddy,"
The little boy said, revealing a creepy smile, then ran off.
An Ran didn't want to argue with a child, so she sipped her milk tea and glanced once more towards the study on the second floor where the door remained closed.
With a "bang," a scream followed immediately.
An Ran put down her cup and ran over.
Rong had somehow wandered into the kitchen. At this moment, he had fallen on the ground, one small hand protecting his other arm, which was red and scalded.
After all, he was a guest in their home, so without thinking much, An Ran picked up Rong, ready to give him emergency treatment.
Unexpectedly, Rong broke free from her grip and ran crying to the second floor.
At the same time, in the study on the second floor,
"Say what you need to," Mu Xingfeng said, pointing to the sofa opposite, signaling Wang Xia to sit down while he took a seat behind his desk.
